I’m not sure if I should be offended by the song “Male Feminist.” It sounds like a Fugazi-driven cabaret fever dream and tells men to sit down and shut up. I mean, at once I’m offended, inspired, shocked, thrilled, and in full agreement. Shilpa Ray doesn’t need my help.
This album cannot be ignored–whether you find it spot-on or overly dramatic and overblown, whether you agree with the militant punk sentiments expressed alternatively in dream-pop and aggro screams.
This is brilliant art pop. Sit down, shut up, and listen.
